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Quotes by rec0ver

it always shocks me when i realize the people i love are human too and that they make mistakes and have flaws and are allowed to be selfish sometimes. 
You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.
Anita Ofokansi


The Boy looks at him, face twitching but making an effort to be still. “Repeat after me.”
The Boy grins at him, eyes sliding left, down, up, back to center.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“No. Repeat— I,” he presses a fist into his chest, “love you,” the fist finds The Boy’s breastbone.
He looks confused for a moment, then says, slowly, “You love me.”
“Yes. I love you and I’m not going to leave you.”
“You love me and you’re not going to leave me.”
“I love you and I’m not going to leave you.”
“You love me and you’re not going to leave me.”
“I love you. I’m not going to leave you.”
“You love me. You’re not going to leave me.”
“I really do. I’m really not.”
“You really do. You’re really not.”
“If I get sent to prison—” he raises his eyebrows at The Boy’s giggle.
“If you get sent to prison—”
“I still won’t leave you.”
“You still won’t leave me. Because I’ll probably be arrested for the same—”
“If they bring back the draft and I’m sent overseas—”
“Oh my God. If they bring back the draft and you’re sent overseas—”
“I still won’t leave you.”
“You still won’t leave me.”
“If I die—”
“If I die—”
“No. That’s enough.” He presses down harder with his knees.
“If. I. Die.”
The Boy stares at him in silence, then trails fingers over the bones of his best friend's knees.
“If you die,” it’s barely a whisper.
“I still won’t leave you.”
“You still won’t leave me. ‘Cause I’ll die too. I will.”
“That’s not what I’m saying. Repeat. I won’t leave you.”
“You won’t leave me.”
“I will haunt you—”
“You will haunt me—”
“All the days of your life.”
“All the days of my life.”
“Because the way you love me—”
“Because the way I love you—”
“Is perfect.”
“Is perfect.”
Is perfect.”

“Is perfect.”
That’s what you like in a girl:
cute and sad,
with enough disorders that you could
count them to fall asleep.
The kind you can show off at parties as the latest broken thing you fixed. Where will you hang your
awards for loving someone
who can’t walk in a straight line without being supported?
Is there room next to your
collection of glasses you shattered by holding them too tightly?

The blood on your hands
does not make you a martyr.
Do not curse when your hammers
do nothing but scar her.
Do not use your words
to remind her that everybody else would have left by now.

If she could speak, she would tell you: you think it’s beautiful to love somebody as light as me
but you don’t know how heavy I had to be to become this empty

— Lora Mathis, Your Type of Woman

                              BROKEN HEARTS

I know you’ve lost someone and it hurts. You may have lost them suddenly, unexpectedly. Or perhaps you began losing pieces of them until one day, there was nothing left. You may have known them all your life or you may have barely known them at all. Either way, it is irrelevant — you cannot control the depth of a wound another soul inflicts upon you.

Which is why I am not here to tell you tomorrow is another day. That the sun will go on shining. Or there are plenty of fish in the sea. What I will tell you is this; it’s okay to be hurting as much as you are. What you are feeling is not only completely valid but necessary — because it makes you so much more human. And though I can’t promise it will get better any time soon, I can tell you that it will — eventually. For now, all you can do is take your time. Take all the time you need.

          — Lang Leav
he is stronger than you will ever be
picture this.
it's bitter cold out and you know he loves you and you're so sorry because
you don't love him and you never have.
and you're sorry and he tells you that being with you is like punching a wall out of anger,
you're bleeding, you're hurt, but you feel satisfied, too.
it's bitter cold out and you're shaking but it's not the cold that's making your bones feel thin and frail
it's the way he's standing.
your knees start to shake and his posture is defeated and fragile
like a man who carries the sins of the whole world
and knows it. 
You would think it's a weak person who loves with all their heart 
but it's quite the contrary.
it takes a very strong person to give away love,
and you lost the ability to do that a long time ago
when you watched your father get buried six feet
underneath dirt that was damp and cold.
you promised yourself never to love someone
again because it hurts too much
and you've hurt so much.
picture this.
it's bitter cold out and you're the reason he's crying.
it's bitter cold out and your knees shake when you tell him
you don't love him and you never have.
i. i've never been in love with anyone but i've loved the way
you kissed, loved the way you are endlessly gentle, i have loved—
ii. i've never been in love with anyone but i have loved the nights we walked around until late and the streetlights lit up the way for us 
iii. i've never been in love with anyone but i remember the October
night we sat inside the dark purple slide and you held onto
my hands and your cheeks were bright pink because of the 
cold and i remember what i felt—too much, too much—
iiii. i've never been in love
with anyone
but we came pretty
god damn
                           LOVE, THE BOTONIST.

                     like watermelon seeds. You
         take root under skin.

“  noTHInG wouLD
 Be     THe same IF
 you  DID noT  exIsT.
everY  PLace  You
 have ever been       &
everYone       You
 HaVe ever sPoKen

                    to would  be